I Became the Drug-Addicted Childhood Friend

But why was I holding the kitchen knife?

Get a grip.
This isn’t good.
Why was I holding the kitchen knife?
Was I going to stab someone?

Shihu?
Or the white-haired woman?

Hmm.
Cooking.
I was cooking, so maybe that's why I had it in my hand.

But the cooking finished hours ago, and there was nothing to chop with the knife.
So why was I holding it?
I need to snap out of this.
Why am I acting like this?

Maybe it's because I haven’t slept.
I haven’t slept.
I can’t afford to sleep if Shihu might sneak out again while I’m asleep.

Am I hurt somewhere?
I check the mirror.
I don’t look like I’m injured.

I’ve been taking the medicine Shihu gave me regularly.
There’s nothing wrong.

I see the necklace.
It was a gift from Shihu.

"This..."

Honestly, I don’t care.
I wasn’t particularly interested in the necklace.
I’m not the type who likes to dress up.

"I don’t need this."@@novelbin@@

I’d rather just be together.
That’s better than receiving gifts.

Shihu told me to

keep wearing it.
But now, I don’t want to anymore.
It feels suffocating.

How did I even take it off?

Click.

While I’m thinking about it, I hear the sound of the doorknob turning.
Shihu’s back.
He’s back sooner than I expected.
I rush to the front door to greet him.

"You’re back?"

It’s early.
He’s only been gone for less than 30 minutes.
So, that woman must have told him about me.
That I had seen her.

I figured it would be something like this.
Is he feeling guilty about something?

"...Seo Ah, about yesterday..."